Halfway Points

A new sock is born! Socks are so nice - they are a quick fix when you are doing projects that take half your lifetime to complete, and you can wear them at any time of the year and for any occasion. The only problem is that one sock is not very useful - I mean you can wear it and glory in its completeness, but it calls inexorably for its mate ...

I hope to finish the mate for this one by Easter (maybe by saying it, this will spur me on and let me avoid second-sock syndrome.) It's the Opal Petticoat and very Easterish - kind of like a striped Easter egg.

The center of the Rosebud is all done, I just need to wait for the arrival of the new yarn - while this is not technically a halfway point, it is a milestone of sorts. Since the soon-to-be born baby is now coming earlier than expected, I'll have to move on this one - I'll have about 6/8 weeks though, so it shouldn't be too bad, except it will take time away from the WRS ...



The WRS is also moving along - I have almost completed one whole repeat - at row 54. It isn't as difficult as I thought it would be, which continues to amaze me. I was wondering where I would go from here - there isn't any smaller yarn that exists as far as I know, but I shouldn't worry about that now, this will take so long to finish that I will prolly achieve senility in the process and not have to make any more decisons. (although HWSNBN suggested I would prolly advance to knitting socks for ants ...)
Whine/Rant to Self : Although I love to talk to the people I love, and will happily babble along for hours doing so - about nothing or everything, or anything in between - I don't love to hold 3-way conversations at 8 AM on Saturday mornings!

If any of those people happen to be reading this - as they prolly will eventually - I won't apologize - but I'll try to explain my expectations for Saturday mornings. I had planned to wake up whenever I wanted, get some coffee and read the news for as long as I wanted, and then take a walk - any kind of walk I wanted. Then I would come home and knit for as long as I wanted while mindlessly listening to music or watching CNN, while also unconsciously cleaing up any small mess that caught my eye ...

At this point I would prolly be ready to talk - in other words:

I am a Grouch in the mornings! It's just the way it is, life is unfair - so get over it!